Showing posts with label Big Neck. Show all posts
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May 19, 2018

GALLERY NIGHT "I Want To Die Here" 7inch EP


It's been a spell since we've heard some noise for ex Baseball Furies and Tyrades popinjay Jimmy Hollywood. Judging from what's going on with this latest combo, Gallery Night, it sounds as all that noise was kept pent up and poked with sticks until it was fully determined that it was all about to ignite from becoming such a caustic and volatile mixture. 

Harkening to a heavy sound that trashed a few eardrums late 80's/early 90's (We're talking the AmRep thing here. Not Grunge.), thick, oily smoke seems to rise from the needle when the swirly pummel and negative demeanor of "I Want To Die Here" vibrates through the needle.



Pungent swamp gas seeps through every crack and crevice of "Young Love Doesn't Last." It flails in a disturbed contortion, giving the creeps to all that have witnessed it. Visions of the Scientists launching bombs in Unsane's direction come to mind. Just around the corner are Surgery and Vertigo drolling over a magazine with pictures of up north hunting adventures in it.



Disoriented with a head feeling it is feeling the effects of huffing bleach in search of some new kind of buzz, "Cruel Youth Story" is Gallery Night saying they want to take you for a ride. They aren't asking though, they are telling as they set the into a really rusted roller coaster car. Riddled with exposed jagged metal edges, it's then noticed there is no way to be strapped in as the chain drag ascends twisted rails. It's going to plummet hard and fast. The jerks, jumps and jostles of the ride has left most bloody, bruise and battered. For the rest, the fate was even worse.

Attend the viewing at Big Neck Records

Aug 4, 2010

The MOJOMATICS "Love Wild Fever" 7inch

While some previous records by these Italian mojodudes touched these ears as Brian Wilson adoration stripped down and geared towards a cramped and sweaty dive bar instead of an orchestra pit the two songs here toss Brian Wilson thing to the side and make that cramped dive bar even more sweaty with some hyped up howl.
Loud harmonica wails upfront loud and proud set a rowdy mood for side one's touching on a young Pretty Things RnB stomper meets a county fair shit kicker "Love Wild Fever". Flip it over for "A Heavy Dose Of Sympathy", which has nothing to do with Long Gone John's late and lamented record label, and the mouth harp is gone but in it's place is the sound of some total farmer tanned hayseeds setting fire to a garage and the rock-n-roll that goes on it.
It not known if these guys mojo is from the hand or kept in a bag but however they're shaking it here can get a party started.
http://www.myspace.com/themojomatics